it all starts at the beginning - problems with my cuddle buddy and crazy women.

04:12 pm - problems with my cuddle buddy and crazy women.

The moment I saw her I knew.
Her face-
stern, cold, like she was trying.
She purposely tried to piss me off.
Public affection - hanging on to you.

Doesn't she know we fuck?
You say she does,
and that this was how she reacts in defense.

She treated you like a
show off accessory -
and my chest ached.
It looked like a real relationship,
on a date-
yet forced by her -

putting her phone in your pocket, you wearing her grandfathers shirt you had to promise never to stain, her talking about meeting your parents that I never have, her putting main profile pictures up of you two on facebook...

I threw a well warranted
yet hypocritical hissy fit
outside the bar.
We told each other how it
was.
He's going to talk with her.
All I could really say was,
"During sex, less kissing."
He gets what I mean.